What you do in your house is worth as much as if you did it up in heaven for our Lord God. We should accustom ourselves to think of our position and work as sacred and well-pleasing to God, not on account of the position and work, but on account of the word and faith from which the obedience and the work flow. ~ Martin Luther

Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Slave Horse




Memorial Day is the unofficial "garden starting" day around these parts and the day I have always begun the garden in years past.  But THIS year I thought I would be JohnnyontheSpot and work little by little in the weeks leading up to it.  And it worked out really great.  (I need only to do a bit more hay mulching and to create a separate pumpkin patch and I will be officially DONE the planting phase until fall!!)

Because I have been regularly working in the garden and getting things planted early, that left Memorial day open for other activities. 

Unfortunately for me, instead of normal peoples' "other activities" (like volleyball, swimming, camping out, barbeques, and FUN), I have a husband who wants to WORK all the time so OUR "other activities" are more like: splitting wood, cutting down trees, sawing up logs, home repair, fixing things. Yada Yada Yada.

It is my blessing AND my curse.

 Two weekends ago Matt cut down some trees from our woods.





 

Last weekend those logs were carted off to his Dad's sawmill.   Handy to have, his Dad.




And on Memorial Day, while the rest of the sane people of these United States were relaxing and enjoying a day off, Matt was at the sawmill turning logs into boards. And I was following him around like a little lost puppy dog, because that is the only way I can spend time with him.

And, oh yeah, it was 90+ degrees that day. 










They made a few beams, which will hopefully rebuild the barn entrance we had to tear down when we first moved in ...



and they made plenty of beautiful boards, which will be used this fall (after a summer of drying) to replace old siding on the cow barn.


I *guess* it was worth it.

7 comments:

Bonnie said...

And so plays the Walton's theme song in my head...

My garden isn't even close to being in. But we had rain Sunday and yesterday, for the first time in at least a month, so that's good.

Bonnie said...

P.S. Yesterday, I was just thinking about where we could put in a pumpkin patch, and then last night I read your post and you talked about a pumpkin patch. One of us needs to get out of the others head : )

ulli said...

I, too, was playing the Walton's theme in my head reading your post. What a wonderful life you have, in every way! Thanks for sharing it.

...they call me mommy... said...

Great job on the garden!!!!!!! Sorry that you were BORED (BOARD) on Memorial Day. *choke* I am so funny. ;)

Marlene Bibby said...

If it helps, I washed windows all day inside and out on the holiday. It felt great to have a day with no running and getting the job done.

Love those boards, and you will be so happy when they get used.

Quinn said...

What is it about using your own wood that is so very, very satisfying. We took down a tree over a year ago that was finally sawn into boards and is now sitting stacked in our living room to be built into a big old farmhouse table. I must say that comparatively your boards look a lot more uniform than ours... not that I can complain since the work for our was bartered for some raw milk :D

(Thanks Bonnie, now it's in mine too! :D )

Christi said...

I lust......
after the beautiful boards cut from your own trees on your father-in-law's saw mill! Wow. I am so jealous.